Quite a few posts back, on Threads, I told of how my mother used to call me “A Contrary Madam”.
https://www.a-n.co.uk/blogs/threads/page/4
(you’ll have to scroll down a couple of posts to find it)
I agree.
I am, by nature I think, A grasshopper and a butterfly… not a lot of stamina for seeing through the ideas. This is perhaps not a thing to admit when about to embark on a 12 month funded project, but bear with me…
I have to try REALLY HARD to be organised. It doesn’t come naturally. I have to bolt it on when required. I suppose at least these days I recognise the requirement…
So I am at the same time, both organised, and disorganised. I have compartments in my head that never speak to each other.
I am very nearly finished the off-black bra. It needs a little bit more twinkle, but it’s nearly done. But more pertinently perhaps, even though the physical bra isn’t finished, the idea is. I just have to realise it. I also decided at the beginning of this project, that I should wire each bra as I finished it, because otherwise to just be left with the wiring of nine bras to do in June would be a nightmare, boring, soul-destroying etc.
But, the idea is done, so my brain has moved on.
While I carry on stitching sparkly thread to this one, what I really want to do is see how my next idea will work. I stitch faster, to get it done.
I want to bandage the next bra.
Oh it is wonderful! It has managed in its lifetime, to get both grey and yellow. Deodorant has stiffened and blackened the underarm sections. The joy is that it was a Marks and Spencer special… not much Magic and Sparkle here. Elastic is perished, so a different sort of frilly… twangy bits of lycra have pinged out of the jersey fabric. There is, I’m sure, a make up smudge, although it has been washed, it is a stubborn stain.
Why do I love this so much?
Why am I totally besotted by these women?
Why is my mind racing with pictures of their lives?
I have to stitch faster, so I can get onto the next….
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